Hackpoems

In this void of a life its not hard to be something

Its just hard to be something that is understood

Once you get to the point of being understood it’s a joke

Its over, its stupid, and most of all, its fake

I feel this hole in me grow with my need to know

A smile, a laugh, and a joke

I have you figured out

More smiles, laughs, and jokes

You know what I am and who I will be

Funny part is you don’t even know me

But seriously who the fuck am I anyway?

A figment of my own imagination

I can feel you pulling at my sleeve like a child

But the child in me is screaming in confusion

He doesn’t understand what happened and where we are

How did I get here? How did I survive? How did I get this far?

This is no life of love and luxury

This isn’t the time to try to be me

Then again who am I suppose to be?

Who the fuck am I? 

Where am I suppose to be?

What am I doing with this hole?

Why is everything suddenly so fuzzy?

I grasp at your neck and I scream:

“This is not me, this is not my dream

I don’t want to be part of your plan

I don’t want to exist in your world

I hate everything you’ve done to me

I cant stand to look at you”

I open my eyes

And what do I see

My hands around my own throat

Killing me